4 posts tagged “snow”

Today gas was actually $1.88.  Just two days ago it was $2.35 and I remember gasping when it hit over $3.

But that's not what I'm confused about.  Again, Mother Nature has me scratching my head and shaking my fist at the sky.  It's currently 9:00 at night and 48 degrees.  Of course, it's raining.  I just have to laugh about it because if I don't... I'm going to cry.  Tonight it's supposed to drop down to 30 degrees and the rain is to turn to freezing rain.  It's going to continue to drop tomorrow morning and the rain will turn into a "wintery mix".  Again, not complaining (well, I was complaining earlier today because of sinus pressure) just wishing that nature would swing into a normal cycle of winter before I completely lose my mind to spring fever.  It is just not right to have spring fever before winter even hits.  Seriously.

Since Mother Nature saw fit to grace us with snow (finally) I changed my blog back to the desert.  And I'm really trying hard to be patient until the 22nd.  It's only 12 more days.  I want to know where the sword comes from (the natural history museum?), who really blows up (Radman or Peter?) and when/if we get more female Heroes.  Call me impatient and I'll call you right.

So I post about Mother Nature and apparently somebody has issues.  Not you.  And not you either, put down the fork.  No, I'm talking about Miss I'm-going-to-frak-with-the-good-residents-of-MI-and-watch-them-squirm McPoopypants.  Nother Mature.

Mind you, I'm not complaining.  Really, I'm not.  I'm not one of those hard to please never happy women.  I'm not!

I'm happy we got snow.  I'm happy the high today is 31 degrees.  I'm happy it's only 65 degrees inside and the lizards are in comas.

I am.  Happy.

Okay, so seriously, I am rather happy that winter has decided to, well, be winter.  Not a timid pale version of fall.  When it's well into January and my parsley in the garden is still a vivid green.  Well, I do tend to have issues with that.  When I can count on one hand the times we've had frost on the windshield.  Issues.  I have them.  I also have a kitten on my lap who doesn't appreciate me hitting her in the head with my forearm or in the back with the keyboard, so I'll cut this post short before she decides to take a chunk out of my wrist.  It's been known to happen.

Instead of "You know you're a redneck..."
It's "You know it's a Michigan Christmas when..."

The morning you leave for your mom's house, it's foggy and clammy.

As you go from one family home to another, it's raining.

You finally arrive home and the weatherman says the rain will turn into snow.

You're still waiting for the snow.